One girl's battle with life
I don't remember factual information. I won't remember that pointless job you wanted me to do, or the abbreviation for a process that takes longer to decode than if you just described it to me in the first place. I won't remember your name. I will remember how something makes me feel, even if I… Continue reading Perception and memory.
Networking is the bane of my career. I used to think I just didn't understand it. I thought maybe it was fear and anxiety and all sorts of things. Now I think differently. It might not apply to everyone, but this is how I see it. The premise is fine: keep in touch with people… Continue reading Networking and autism.
That mirror is grotesque. See that mirror over there? The one that covers the wall. It shows everything. And nothing. It shows me not smiling. Lies. I am always smiling. The soft blankets and matching bed sheets look warm and inviting on the bed. Lies. I miss the duvet cover with no buttons, the ratty… Continue reading A bottle of wine a day keeps the mirror at bay
I like to help people. I always believed educating yourself is the best way forward. But teaching people and children to read, write and pass tests isn't going to cut it in the cesspool of reality that most of the strugglers inhabit. Gothboy was educated. He got good grades, could play various instruments, could understand… Continue reading Facilitation, not just education.
I never related to Bree from Desperate Housewives. Her depiction of finishing her housework then pouring a drink, seemed far from my attitude. Yet here I am, 32 and a half years under my belt, house clean and tidy, washing all done and sorted, two glasses down. Oh and it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I… Continue reading Depression, desperation and drugs.
I am learning lots about my sexual appetite. Refining it. Defining it. Meeting my needs. Finding new ones. To me, sex is a necessity. I can't live without it. I think about it. A lot. Quite selfishly. I enjoy exploring new ways to achieve new feelings. The most exciting of all? Sex in life. The… Continue reading Sex and beds.
Don't look back. I never did. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. You were a memory. A story of my past. I didn't forget. I just. Lived. I lived when you didn't. Because of that, we didn't have anything in common anymore. I remembered something today. When something didn't sit right, you always used to say "it's… Continue reading Dear Gothboy
What if what you want is just wrong? So wrong that you wonder if someone just heard you think. Someone with a gun who can point it in your face if they so choose. I want things that don't make any sense. I've long since stopped wondering why, but it pickles my brain every now… Continue reading What you want
Yesterday my friends uncle knocked on the door of where I was out of the blue. He asked me how I was, remembered my job and other information about me. I haven't seen this man in over 2 years and I only saw him a handful of times when he gave me a lift home.… Continue reading Like.
Don't underestimate the level of delusion people are under. People are shit. Even you. Even me. And there are a million ways to delude yourself. People will spend £500 on a pair of trainers whilst someone else pays for the roof over their head. People will spend £30 on a takeout and let fresh ingredients… Continue reading Delusion
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